My dreams come true and then to an abrupt mood swinging halt

Today, I asked the kids what they'd like for dinner.

And my sweet 4 year-olds so sweetly explained from their buckled car seats, that they would like something new. Something different. Something they'd never had before.

I encourage the creativity with food, because this could be really GOOD! And it was.

"Like what" I say.

"Likkkkke, pasta and ice cream. With fruit!"

And like a new challenge on the extravagances of life (and food, which is life at my house). As if Iron Chef had called on me, personally, I say,
"You got it! Let's go to the grocery store and do this!"

In my brainstomring, I tack on the idea of chocolate pasta. I marinated pasta in chocolate everything and made a divine sauce. Ricardo got home and hesitated a bit, but played along.
We had apple crispy things, bananas, strawberries, and whipped cream.

The kids are so excited, dinner can't be on the table fast enough. I have totally just justified this that fruit and vegetables are in the same group on the food chart. The kids are getting their grains, fruit, dairy, and chocolate (which, in my family, should have it's own group on the food chart).

I lay it out on the table and all (sans Ricardo, but including Farley The Wonder Dog) are in absolute awe of the wonders and greatness of mommy's culinary genius. We scoop, we pass around, we create. Each in our own zone.

It's what I do. I create:

So, we pray, we begin to eat. At some point, after I've totally scarfed down my culinary architecture, I realize that the kids are more playing with their big fat ideas and Ricardo has filled his bowl but refuses to even taste one ioda of chocolate penne. I beg everyone to eat for a while. Accept defeat. And clear the table.

It's my pick tomorrow: Fish, asparagus and bow tie & broccoli pasta. BRING IT YOU AMATEURS.

Creative, Open to others ideas, and totally underappreciated. That's a mom for ya.
And that's how I roll.